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((I would have much preferred to contact you through PM but that didn't work out so well. Anywho, This is Cerilius
If you find he's not to your taste, I'd rather move on than change him in all honesty. But I look forward to your reply all the same. heart ))

Another droll day of job hunting, Cerilius was feeling a bit down as he buzzed himself into the office of the slave handler that didn't mind him browsing his order files in exchange for a small finders fee, naturally. It had been about a week since he convinced his last mistress that the slave owner lifestyle simply wasn't for her. The lady was far too sweet and soft-hearted to fully enjoy it. He'd interviewed a handful of the people who had called in but none seemed to be interested in working with an independent contractor. Alas, the hardships of finding work in a shady business, barely considered legal.
The office was empty so he helped himself to the order forms on the desk.
"Must have not punched in yet," He mused to the dust, flipping on the overhead light and scanning them. In a short stack of six folders, each order seemed to be from a regular client judging from the list of past purchases, each with a brief, but specific, description of what they were looking for save one. A Mr. Bailey, whom according to his file was just his type and simply looking to get whatever he could. Wonder what would happen if I just popped up on his door step to do business, he thought as he folded the order form into his waistcoat pocket and stashed the folder behind the file cabinet. He doubted anyone would miss it.
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Immediately after leaving the handlers office, He used a pay phone to get in touch with his body guard, Amos, gathered his few possessions from the hotel room, and spent the day with his lawyer drawing up a duplicate of his contract. At this rate, he would show up at his hopefully new master's abode by 9 o'clock the next morning. Good thing it was to be a Saturday.
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Well rested, sharply dressed and shadowed by Amos, Cerilius wrapped up his affairs and set out for the home of Mr. Bailey. He arrived as predicted, 9 AM, give or take a minute or two, Saturday morning.
Amos planted firmly behind him, clip boarded contract tucked safely under his arm, Cerilius rang the door bell twice, pondering Bailey's tolerance level for mornings.

Cerilius had time to draw breath to wish the home owner a good morning and begin explaining they purpose for calling before he was whisked into the living room, Amos silently following at his heels and dropping the red checkered duffel bag of personal effects by the door.
What are you doing, was the question on his mind as he was dragged to the coffee table. The shackles and forceful pushing to his hands and knees made him laugh but he hadn't gained the fore thought to speak until his head was under foot, "Getting a wee bit ahead of ourselves aren't we or is this how you regularly greet visitors?"
He would be lieing if the situation wasn't making him at least a bit excited, but Bailey still had to agree to his terms first. His face pressed to the floor, he squirmed, "A little help, Amos. It's what your paid for."

Amos picked Bailey up by the rib cage and held it out at arms length to set him on the couch. leaving one hand on his shoulder to keep him calm.
Cerilius sat up but remained on the floor, "Mr. Bailey I presume? By all means pick up right we left off once we're finished with the red tape.''
He gestured to Amos with his head to set the clip board on the table. "Before we can make this an official purchase there is still some minor arrangements to be attended to before the fun start, since technically you don't own me as of yet. If would look at page one, it informs you of a slight detail that I simply demand along with an explanation of price for my service."



Cerilius watched him closly with a warm expression. Judging from the immediate chaining, this one was either going to flip out over the demands or ask questions and he doubted it would be the later. "The following pages describe your legal rights regarding the contract and a waver of Liability at the very end. Just sign, date, and return the clip board. He'll leave and we can get back that thought."

Amos dropped his hand away from Bailey for him to sign, the calm came as a surprise, the kind that promised a joyful unpredictability. "The next two weeks are free but I'll be back to collect on the first," Amos stated to Bailey, collected the now active contract and left the cluttered apartment.
"Shale I assume the position master," Ceri grinned, it could be any number of things that happened next. This one could be thinking about anything and all of them were tying his stomach in knots of suspense. From the look of the apartment, he did have some practical need but the shackle made him hope he wouldn't have to get to the chores just yet.